Page 23 of Bound To Me

Now

I had never slept so well in my life. As soon as my eyes opened, my lips quickly twitched into a smile. Being in Elliott’s arms gave me a sense of comfort, of feeling safe and wanted. I was able to stare freely at him while he slept, feeling like a creep but unable to help myself. His strong jawline, his full lips, his amazing body that sent a tingle straight to my pussy when I scanned my eyes over him. He had to have something wrong with him. Michael was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen before Elliott, and look how he turned out. Someone like him could ruin me all over again. And would I stop him? My therapist in New York told me that it was okay to trust someone again, that not every man would be like Michael. But I was too scared to even try it before now. I wanted to lay out all the cards for Elliott and let him know what he’d be getting into. Better for him to leave now than when I was truly 100% in love with him.

“Good morning, Jacqueline.” His hoarse morning voice took me out of my spiraling thoughts.

I looked up at him and realized I had been staring at his cock that was covered by only a thin sheet.Real fucking smooth, Jackie.

“Good morning.” I smiled up at him.

“Did you sleep well?” He was running his fingertips up and down my bare arm; it felt so foreign to have someone touch me, especially there.

I nodded. “I did.” I nuzzled my face back into his chest, never wanting to leave.

He ran his hand through my hair as if we had done this a million times before. My heart was already breaking because I knew this was too good to be true.

“Elliott, I have more to tell you.” I looked up at him and saw his expectant eyes waiting for more of my sob story. “I mean, I don’thaveto tell you.” I was starting to change my mind—I didn’t want to lose him. I didn’t want to burden him with my problems. He was too sweet and too good for my problems.

He nodded down at me. “I want to know.”

I sighed heavily and sat up, covering myself with the sheets. “Maybe we should, like…have coffee first or something.” I was stalling.

“Sure, if you’d like. How do you like it?” He was already standing up, waiting on my beck and call. I wasn’t sure if I deserved it.

I laughed uneasily. “I’ll help you.” I started to stand up but realized I didn’t have anything to wear; I wasn’t ready to stand bare naked with him, revealing all of my scars in the morning light.

“Oh, let me get you something to put on.” Elliott started for his dresser, already reading my mind, and I shamelessly checked him out in only his boxer briefs.

I watched him pull out a plain white T-shirt and bring it over to me. He smiled as he handed it to me. “Anything else? I’m afraid my joggers wouldn’t fit you,” he teased.

I took the T-shirt from him and shook my head. “We could make it fit. We somehow did last night.”

His eyebrows immediately lifted as he took in what I said. “Jacqueline,” he teasingly scolded. “Do you always talk this dirty before breakfast?”

I shrugged and smiled as I pulled his shirt over my head. “You just bring it out of me.”

He narrowed his eyes as he reached his hand out for me. “Come on, dirty girl. Let’s get coffee before I pick you up and bounce you on my cock again.”

My jaw dropped.Holy shit. I saw his cock hardening underneath the fabric of his boxer briefs.

I took his hand. “Well, keep talking to me that way and I’m gonna start begging for it.”

He raised an eyebrow as he clasped his hand onto mine and guided me towards the kitchen. The natural light coming from the windows in the living room shone brightly and I realized his floor to ceiling front windows had no curtains or coverings. My mind quickly returned to the night before—had anyone seen us fucking in the living room? The idea turned me on more than I thought it would.

We walked into the kitchen, more natural light pouring in, and he began making coffee. I looked out the windows, noticing the trees surrounding the neighborhood made it feel like we were in a tropical escape rather than the heart of Los Angeles.

“I have sugar and creamer. There’s some soy milk in here too,” he explained, rummaging through his fridge.

“Just a little creamer is fine,” I replied, still taking in his house.

I grabbed a chair from the small dining table and spotted a small deck on the side of the house.

“Your house is beautiful,” I said, admiring the space as Elliott poured creamer into my mug.

“Thank you.” He smiled and looked over at me. “I want to show you the backyard. There’s a little deck out there. Let me get some clothes on, and we can head out.”

He handed me my coffee and disappeared into his room. I continued exploring, peeking into the two other rooms from thehallway. One looked like an office, and the other was a guest room.

As I was glancing into the bathroom, Elliott emerged from his room in gray joggers (is he doing this on purpose?) and a black T-shirt, holding a blanket and his coffee.

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